He knelt between her legs, and in that moment, Arabella felt like the most powerful woman in the world, for Banks was on his knees before her. And he was, in every possible way.Damon's fingers traced the delicate fabric of Arabella's lace panties and pulled them down her legs. It did not take long for her to be naked.Having Arabella the way he wanted, the way he had dreamed for several days, the way he fantasized in the shower and during lonely nights, Damon leaned in. His face was positioned between the woman's legs, and Arabella placed them over the man's broad shoulders."You have no idea how much I've longed to taste you again, Principessa."The instant his tongue found the woman's moisture, pure moans were heard. That sound was like gasoline for the man's hunger, which was summed up in flames.He could not believe that someone could be so beautiful. But she could, even more so without her clothes. Every detail of Arabella was important, memorable, praiseworthy. The well-defined

Ana nodded solemnly. "It seems like he returned earlier."Arabella could not shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. But before she could utter another word, the door swung open once more, announcing Mason's entrance."Leave," he ordered Ana with a curt nod."Excuse me," Anastasia hastily exited the room, her departure almost frantic.Arabella rose from her seat, a mix of apprehension and anticipation swirling within her. She half-expected Mason to stride over to her, to confront her with his demanding presence. But he chose another path, one that led him away from her, towards the liquor cabinet. Despite the early hour, he poured himself a drink with practiced ease, the clinking of ice against glass echoing in the tense silence of the room."I am back, wife. Aren't you going to come to me and suck my fucking cock?" he chuckled morbidly. Arabella remained silent. "My mother is being buried today, thanks for asking," he continued."Do you want me to go to

Banks's eyes were lit by the many lights of the casino. The greenish streaks were so captivating that Arabella had to make an effort to look away.And along with the attraction that man exuded, Arabella also felt guilt. She felt guilty for, earlier, agreeing to work with Mason to incriminate Damon. She felt like a fraud in front of Damon.But what other option did she have?"Thank you. But I am sure you let me win," she said."I am a gentleman," Damon said, shrugging with indifference."A gentleman would not make me lose a million dollars," she retorted, raising an eyebrow slightly."Point for you," the man murmured, and smiled soon after. A subtle sideways smile that made Arabella's nervous system fail."I know. Now, if you will excuse me," Arabella said, dodging to continue her way to the restroom.Arabella was surprised that Damon was still talking to her. She thought that after he "Won the game" and managed to sleep with her again, he would start ignoring her, completely discardin

"Incident?""A man approached Miss Collins."Damon's blood boiled the instant those words reached his ears. He felt an almost physical pain at the thought of anyone hurting Arabella. The only thing his brain could assimilate after the concern was anger.The man did not think twice before grabbing the woman's arm and pulling her closer to him. The brief contact was electrifying for both; perhaps more for one than the other. Damon took a few seconds to savor Arabella's sweet scent before he could speak. "I need you to stay safe."Arabella looked at Damon's hand on her arm, and then at his face. The tourmaline eyes were beautiful, just as she remembered. It was as if that image would never be erased from her mind. A chill ran through her body with the realization that that man did not belong to her.Arabella felt bad for not being able to throw everything into chaos and be with Damon. It hurt her heart that Mason would not allow her happiness.She took a deep breath, which only served

She remembered the feeling perfectly. She knew she was wrong, "Sinning," but she did not care. She had spent her adolescence being the perfect daughter, then a perfect wife, and she was desperate for a chance to be bad. To be herself.She turned slowly to face him. When their eyes met, Banks knew the answer. This is what they do when they're together, isn't it? They break these little, insignificant rules.Banks walked down the side aisle. His steps were calm, yet determined, as he made his way toward the corridor leading to the confessional booth.Perhaps it was fear, but Arabella felt her heart pound in her throat just at the thought of being caught. She could barely imagine how she would be talked about by the entire condominium; how Mason would react; the consequences she would face.Arabella took a deep breath. The consequences would come in the future, so she would deal with them then. There was a rosary hanging around her neck, and she tucked it inside her dress. As the prie